My best friends bother has a pair of bright blue boots
The only ones unforgotten,
Chucked down a hill,
Thrown into a tree,
Buried in sand but never not seen,
Swept down a river,
Landed on a muddy bank,
Picked up by him,
Hurriedly taken off
at the squelching in his boots,
Carried all the way back home,
Finally they were framed,
A story always told was the story of my
That carried him all the way through the walk like a beacon of
HOPE
For me hope is like a phoenix
Its in the air
Down below
Even in you
We are all the same
Like a phoenix we can soar threw the sky
We all have are ups or downs
You will fall
It does not matter if you fall
It matters if you don’t get back up
Just have hope
As a child I wanted to be a runner
It was my goal
And I never gave up
So look at me now I’m a runner
All I need ed was a little bit of hope
An Old Oak Tree
An old oak tree.
Shrivelling of sorrow
Curling in its corner.
Rain falls.
Day after day
Night after night.
Relentlessly hissing
Crashing down
Onto its branches.
Looking into the dark sky
I wonder
Why it is there.
Why hasn’t the rain
Or the wind
Or the lightning
Knocked it down?
‘It just doesn’t,’
They say.
Then
One day
The sun rises,
Shining light
Into the sky.
Leaves jump out
From its branches.
Flowers bloom
At its feet
Grey is gone
Green has come.
A beautiful oak tree.
Grand and powerful
Standing proudly.
Hope is everywhere,
They sometimes go,
and then comes back,
You get poppy’s for remembrance,
And sunshine for happiness,
You sometimes have luck and a lot of hope,
You will always find hope
whether it goes.
h o p e
Yayyyy
My special dove
I am sending a dove to heaven
A beautiful bird
With angelic wings
Carrying a special message
To a angel in heaven
Be delicate when you open it
Its full of delightful things
Inside are all my hugs
To show how much i miss you
I feel as you are right beside me
At all times
And you will remain close within my heart
Until we meet again
Orchids
Amidst the chaos of today,
There’s always a thing in my mind,
Spurring me on,
As stubborn as a rock,
Refusing to leave.
My dad’s jewels,
He takes great care,
Watering and feeding,
Night after night.
They keep on flowering,
Blue, white, yellow, purple,
Any colour you like.
From large broad petals to no roots at all,
In every size ad shape you like.
Bloom, bloom, bloom,
They never stop.
They give me hope,
Saying “Go on, go on!”
I listen, day after day,
To their urging words.
This is my poem on this year’s theme of hope.
By Aram.
while war does bring most terrible things
these times influence us to be better
while death does bring grief
it teaches us to be grateful
while conflict does bring hate
the resolve can be out standing
while the winter brings the cold
hope can keep you warm
Hope is a shapeshifter.
but is invisible to the eye
and you need to believe in to achieve it.
you don’t need to anything for hope
but hope dose everything for you.
Hope is free but what it dose cost millions.
You might think hope is impossible to have
but secretly its the people who love you that
brings you hope. Don’t overthink hope because
its going to come to you one day.Don’t be
greedy with hope since you have nothing to give back to hope.
A Hope poem
hope is above us,it won’t go.
you’ve always got hope no matter what .
hope brings you luck like nothing else .
when you need it most it’s there.
hope keep death away from life.
it flies through the sky ,faster than anything.
hope is like a stair, case you sometimes fall down.
Black and White
Black and White are colours
they are both opposite
one is more liked
and one, they don’t get
everything they want
but just realise they are just colours
and they are the same.
They should be equal,
they will never be the same
but just realise that
They have,
RIGHTS
but now they are equal and that
is,
HOPE 🙂
Hope
can come in all different ways
it can even come through people
Hope is a thing that can run out
but some people will not have faith
when your at the most need it it
is there to pick you back up
you will have hope no matter what
hope will keep your spirit lively
hope is everywhere
hope is like a mountain you got
to keep on climbing it will push
you around and knock you down
but eventually you
will get there.
Winter blossoms
I see winter.
It is coming nearer.
I am trapped in the snow.
coughing, choking, as my lungs fill with cold air.
Misery is falling as feelings struggle to get free.
All is lost.
Nowhere to go.
Until winter blossoms.
I see a tree, growing,
rising from the ground.
The golden glimpse of a newly hatched bird makes my heart lift.
Beneath the snow, a blossom tree grows.
Higher, higher the blossoms go.
Soft music plays in the distance.
I follow the sound,
going deeper into the blossoms.
Deeper into joy, deeper into relief.
Deeper,deeper, deeper…
Kilo-meters of death and war,
Decay and metal; spent bullets and abandond trenches,
Tanks and guns rusting in the mud,
But a red glaze of hope appears,
Slowly twisting around the wire and bleak landscape,
A red flower sticks out of the ground,
Others of its kind appear around it, spuezing through the soil,
Between the death and war,
Their is hope at last ,
On the bodies of soldiers,
Their hearts burnt and cold,
But above them,
New life appears
The world carrys on,
Red flowers appear on every corner of the land,
And a red glaze of hope appears,
The world pulls it self out of terror,
There is peace at last.
hope is a thing that flies and sores
hope touches the clouds and flouts on the wind
hope is a thing the dances in the snow and
prances in the sun but hope is not a thing
it is a feeling that gives us the strength we
need to keep fighting on hope is hope
Hope will ever leave us only if you don’t b e l i v e in it
trust it . hope comes with h a p p y n e s s and s a d n e s s
example a flower in the fields it is bright and
beautiful .
sometimes hope come in the bad
times were you are feeling down or you are
sad.Hope is above us it never leaves us it will
always will stay with us and when it leaves you will
have to hope fore it to come back.hope is an optistic state of mind
witch comes with a believe .
Hope is great because whenever hope comes
your way great things will start
appearing juring your life.
A small thing, a big balance
A small thing is a big balance
The world is made of good and bad,
Sometimes a most bad,
Sometimes most good,
To balance it out,
its a small thing,
with a big difference,
restoring our love to the fullest,
It my be small,
But it’s powerful all the same,
That thing is hope
a small thing a big difference
it’s balances it out,
Almost perfectly,
A small thing, a big difference
A big balance all the same
HOPE
I hope for the end of Covid,
and the start of a new day.
I hope that the flowers grow,
And to forget all the sadness that has happened.
We have hope in our hearts,
that our friendships continue.
I hope that our tears dry,
and for our smiles to be full of joy.
Hope is a dream of love and happiness,
I will always dream of hope.
A homeless cat has an dream full stare.
A homeless cat has an angry glare.
A homeless is free,
a homeless cat prowls in the neighbor hood.
While a cat that has a home and has a bed cannot
roam outside instead.
The homeless cat had an owner – an owner that abandoned
and hated. The homeless cat dreamed of a new lovely owner as he
slept . He knew one day he’d pay the debt.
One day a door opened welcoming hands came. Luckily they were rich
with endless fame, the homeless cat had a home and
had a bed, but could not roam outside instead.
HOMELESS CAT A POEM OF HOPE
A BEARS DREAM
I remember Night -Night before he was mine,
his black nose pressed on the glass sitting on the top shelf.
His nut brown fur shimmering in the sun,eyes as dark as the night sky.
Staring into the wonders, lost
I remember myself before i had him.
Lying on my bed, arms flopped by my side.
Staring into the emptiness, lonely
I remember the day. The day I came through the door,
catching Night-Nights reflecting eyes.
We stare, embracing all our worries.
I remember Night-Night filling my life with joy. Dancing around the fire,
him telling stories. Letting me hope a little hope.
Bully
There’s always that person in a school, that’s a bully,
The bully is as bad as The big bad wolf,
He goes to a camp and falls off a rock.
He is scared, tired and hurt.
When he recovers he goes back to school,
He goes back with a smile and an open heart,
The bully is no more!
HOPE
Hope
A butterfly,
Bright, strong, vibrant wings flying in the sky,
Soaring above everyone,
A queen that can fly,
Spreading caring and kindness,
To people down below,
Rain falls today,
But tomorrow falls snow.
Trees loose their leaves and shrivel up and sigh,
But then they start to blossom,
They never really die,
Hope to me is not giving up,
And stopping our fights,
Believing in things,
And knowing our rights.
So lets stop everything,
And stop making a fuss,
And give a little hope,
For all of us.
Nice
Tree house at crow hall
its been years since I was new,
years of rain snow sun and dew.
The children took me on their journey,
of pirate ships and fairies too.
Mesmerised by their happy laughter,
I thought I’d be with them ever
after.
But I begin to grow older,
and the wind blows colder,
my stairs begin to creak.
Snowflakes fall,
outside crow hall,
I rest myself, I feel quite weak.
I awaken in summer,
overgrown with thorns,
unlike the mown green grass lawns.
The sky is pink and white and blue,
I miss the children, oh how i do.
their love and laughter echo within,
I await their new born kin.
I hope that one day friendship
would be everlasting
so that in hardship
you can call on them
and friendship will never let you down.
Hope makes me think of a better world
a better life
and people with a heart of gold
Helping you wherever you go
Orange clouds and sunsets rising from the darkness
People not feeling down at all times
Everywhere is hope, all around you
Hospital silence
An echoing silence.
The infamous din is haunting.
Not the loss, but that one
-incessant-
beep.
Not one split-second can go by without the ringing.
Yearning for one last flicker of-
It’s impossible to watch.
Her eyes closed
As it seemed to the ones left behind
But as her eyes closed, a whole world opened
a world maybe an imitation or maybe just forgotten
Eyes bend reality to make reality what is needed
as that beep
-incessant-
is heard,
the reality is no longer bent
it is reflected
in to the eyes all at once
a moment of realisation.
Beep.
Open eyes and fleeting smiles
Maybe there’s just a little-
When I hear a chant
When I hear a chant,
I don’t here or see destruction and noise,
No, I here a 1000 voices begging for hope,
Hope for the world, hope for this generation.
Cacophony. No, harmony,
and I don’t see waste of time,
No, I see something special to me.
You can sit at your office all day staring at a screen,
But then you truly are doing nothing,
Nor for me, nor for you
You are sitting there with no spark in you.
Everything, crumbling within you.
Say what you want,
Don’t listen to me but I know the truth,
That when you listen to, you flee.
When your moment comes
The day your moment comes,
When everything comes into this game,
This game that is called life,
And this time is when you need to do your best,
The place where tigers leap,
But some tigers couldn’t jump,
The ones who couldn’t finish the job,
The only solution is to get back up,
To try and stand,
And when you have done this,
Only then you can jump,
So you can be finally joyful,
And then you can,
Fly
Better luck enters..
When everything is blank
and you feel lonely
when the gloomy rain doesn’t stop
and you can make it home
When family is hurting
and friends are lost
when you just want to let the anger out
You have people who need you,
People who still love you
Can warm up your soul like the sunshine above you.
You’re never alone,
No matter what’s done.
Wait for the sun.
Just wait for the sun.
Always believe
reach high
never give up
and fly like a dove.
The thing about hope
Is that it’s always there
No matter how dark,
Dank or miserable
No matter how hard
The beauty of hope
Is all you need is a
Simple thing, a brain
So no matter how hard
Or dreary, painful
So all you need is a bit of
HOPE
My best Friends Brothers Bright Blue Boots
My best friends bother has a pair of bright blue boots
The only ones unforgotten,
Chucked down a hill,
Thrown into a tree,
Buried in sand but never not seen,
Swept down a river,
Landed on a muddy bank,
Picked up by him,
Hurriedly taken off
at the squelching in his boots,
Carried all the way back home,
Finally they were framed,
A story always told was the story of my
That carried him all the way through the walk like a beacon of
HOPE
For me hope is like a phoenix
Its in the air
Down below
Even in you
We are all the same
Like a phoenix we can soar threw the sky
We all have are ups or downs
You will fall
It does not matter if you fall
It matters if you don’t get back up
Just have hope
As a child I wanted to be a runner
It was my goal
And I never gave up
So look at me now I’m a runner
All I need ed was a little bit of hope
An Old Oak Tree
An old oak tree.
Shrivelling of sorrow
Curling in its corner.
Rain falls.
Day after day
Night after night.
Relentlessly hissing
Crashing down
Onto its branches.
Looking into the dark sky
I wonder
Why it is there.
Why hasn’t the rain
Or the wind
Or the lightning
Knocked it down?
‘It just doesn’t,’
They say.
Then
One day
The sun rises,
Shining light
Into the sky.
Leaves jump out
From its branches.
Flowers bloom
At its feet
Grey is gone
Green has come.
A beautiful oak tree.
Grand and powerful
Standing proudly.
Hope is everywhere,
They sometimes go,
and then comes back,
You get poppy’s for remembrance,
And sunshine for happiness,
You sometimes have luck and a lot of hope,
You will always find hope
whether it goes.
h o p e
Yayyyy
My special dove
I am sending a dove to heaven
A beautiful bird
With angelic wings
Carrying a special message
To a angel in heaven
Be delicate when you open it
Its full of delightful things
Inside are all my hugs
To show how much i miss you
I feel as you are right beside me
At all times
And you will remain close within my heart
Until we meet again
Orchids
Amidst the chaos of today,
There’s always a thing in my mind,
Spurring me on,
As stubborn as a rock,
Refusing to leave.
My dad’s jewels,
He takes great care,
Watering and feeding,
Night after night.
They keep on flowering,
Blue, white, yellow, purple,
Any colour you like.
From large broad petals to no roots at all,
In every size ad shape you like.
Bloom, bloom, bloom,
They never stop.
They give me hope,
Saying “Go on, go on!”
I listen, day after day,
To their urging words.
This is my poem on this year’s theme of hope.
By Aram.
while war does bring most terrible things
these times influence us to be better
while death does bring grief
it teaches us to be grateful
while conflict does bring hate
the resolve can be out standing
while the winter brings the cold
hope can keep you warm
Hope is a shapeshifter.
but is invisible to the eye
and you need to believe in to achieve it.
you don’t need to anything for hope
but hope dose everything for you.
Hope is free but what it dose cost millions.
You might think hope is impossible to have
but secretly its the people who love you that
brings you hope. Don’t overthink hope because
its going to come to you one day.Don’t be
greedy with hope since you have nothing to give back to hope.
A Hope poem
hope is above us,it won’t go.
you’ve always got hope no matter what .
hope brings you luck like nothing else .
when you need it most it’s there.
hope keep death away from life.
it flies through the sky ,faster than anything.
hope is like a stair, case you sometimes fall down.
Black and White
Black and White are colours
they are both opposite
one is more liked
and one, they don’t get
everything they want
but just realise they are just colours
and they are the same.
They should be equal,
they will never be the same
but just realise that
They have,
RIGHTS
but now they are equal and that
is,
HOPE 🙂
Hope
can come in all different ways
it can even come through people
Hope is a thing that can run out
but some people will not have faith
when your at the most need it it
is there to pick you back up
you will have hope no matter what
hope will keep your spirit lively
hope is everywhere
hope is like a mountain you got
to keep on climbing it will push
you around and knock you down
but eventually you
will get there.
Winter blossoms
I see winter.
It is coming nearer.
I am trapped in the snow.
coughing, choking, as my lungs fill with cold air.
Misery is falling as feelings struggle to get free.
All is lost.
Nowhere to go.
Until winter blossoms.
I see a tree, growing,
rising from the ground.
The golden glimpse of a newly hatched bird makes my heart lift.
Beneath the snow, a blossom tree grows.
Higher, higher the blossoms go.
Soft music plays in the distance.
I follow the sound,
going deeper into the blossoms.
Deeper into joy, deeper into relief.
Deeper,deeper, deeper…
Kilo-meters of death and war,
Decay and metal; spent bullets and abandond trenches,
Tanks and guns rusting in the mud,
But a red glaze of hope appears,
Slowly twisting around the wire and bleak landscape,
A red flower sticks out of the ground,
Others of its kind appear around it, spuezing through the soil,
Between the death and war,
Their is hope at last ,
On the bodies of soldiers,
Their hearts burnt and cold,
But above them,
New life appears
The world carrys on,
Red flowers appear on every corner of the land,
And a red glaze of hope appears,
The world pulls it self out of terror,
There is peace at last.
hope is a thing that flies and sores
hope touches the clouds and flouts on the wind
hope is a thing the dances in the snow and
prances in the sun but hope is not a thing
it is a feeling that gives us the strength we
need to keep fighting on hope is hope
Hope will ever leave us only if you don’t b e l i v e in it
trust it . hope comes with h a p p y n e s s and s a d n e s s
example a flower in the fields it is bright and
beautiful .
sometimes hope come in the bad
times were you are feeling down or you are
sad.Hope is above us it never leaves us it will
always will stay with us and when it leaves you will
have to hope fore it to come back.hope is an optistic state of mind
witch comes with a believe .
Hope is great because whenever hope comes
your way great things will start
appearing juring your life.
A small thing, a big balance
A small thing is a big balance
The world is made of good and bad,
Sometimes a most bad,
Sometimes most good,
To balance it out,
its a small thing,
with a big difference,
restoring our love to the fullest,
It my be small,
But it’s powerful all the same,
That thing is hope
a small thing a big difference
it’s balances it out,
Almost perfectly,
A small thing, a big difference
A big balance all the same
HOPE
I hope for the end of Covid,
and the start of a new day.
I hope that the flowers grow,
And to forget all the sadness that has happened.
We have hope in our hearts,
that our friendships continue.
I hope that our tears dry,
and for our smiles to be full of joy.
Hope is a dream of love and happiness,
I will always dream of hope.
A homeless cat has an dream full stare.
A homeless cat has an angry glare.
A homeless is free,
a homeless cat prowls in the neighbor hood.
While a cat that has a home and has a bed cannot
roam outside instead.
The homeless cat had an owner – an owner that abandoned
and hated. The homeless cat dreamed of a new lovely owner as he
slept . He knew one day he’d pay the debt.
One day a door opened welcoming hands came. Luckily they were rich
with endless fame, the homeless cat had a home and
had a bed, but could not roam outside instead.
HOMELESS CAT A POEM OF HOPE
A BEARS DREAM
I remember Night -Night before he was mine,
his black nose pressed on the glass sitting on the top shelf.
His nut brown fur shimmering in the sun,eyes as dark as the night sky.
Staring into the wonders, lost
I remember myself before i had him.
Lying on my bed, arms flopped by my side.
Staring into the emptiness, lonely
I remember the day. The day I came through the door,
catching Night-Nights reflecting eyes.
We stare, embracing all our worries.
I remember Night-Night filling my life with joy. Dancing around the fire,
him telling stories. Letting me hope a little hope.
Bully
There’s always that person in a school, that’s a bully,
The bully is as bad as The big bad wolf,
He goes to a camp and falls off a rock.
He is scared, tired and hurt.
When he recovers he goes back to school,
He goes back with a smile and an open heart,
The bully is no more!
HOPE
Hope
A butterfly,
Bright, strong, vibrant wings flying in the sky,
Soaring above everyone,
A queen that can fly,
Spreading caring and kindness,
To people down below,
Rain falls today,
But tomorrow falls snow.
Trees loose their leaves and shrivel up and sigh,
But then they start to blossom,
They never really die,
Hope to me is not giving up,
And stopping our fights,
Believing in things,
And knowing our rights.
So lets stop everything,
And stop making a fuss,
And give a little hope,
For all of us.
Nice
Tree house at crow hall
its been years since I was new,
years of rain snow sun and dew.
The children took me on their journey,
of pirate ships and fairies too.
Mesmerised by their happy laughter,
I thought I’d be with them ever
after.
But I begin to grow older,
and the wind blows colder,
my stairs begin to creak.
Snowflakes fall,
outside crow hall,
I rest myself, I feel quite weak.
I awaken in summer,
overgrown with thorns,
unlike the mown green grass lawns.
The sky is pink and white and blue,
I miss the children, oh how i do.
their love and laughter echo within,
I await their new born kin.
I hope that one day friendship
would be everlasting
so that in hardship
you can call on them
and friendship will never let you down.
Hope makes me think of a better world
a better life
and people with a heart of gold
Helping you wherever you go
Orange clouds and sunsets rising from the darkness
People not feeling down at all times
Everywhere is hope, all around you
Hospital silence
An echoing silence.
The infamous din is haunting.
Not the loss, but that one
-incessant-
beep.
Not one split-second can go by without the ringing.
Yearning for one last flicker of-
It’s impossible to watch.
Her eyes closed
As it seemed to the ones left behind
But as her eyes closed, a whole world opened
a world maybe an imitation or maybe just forgotten
Eyes bend reality to make reality what is needed
as that beep
-incessant-
is heard,
the reality is no longer bent
it is reflected
in to the eyes all at once
a moment of realisation.
Beep.
Open eyes and fleeting smiles
Maybe there’s just a little-
When I hear a chant
When I hear a chant,
I don’t here or see destruction and noise,
No, I here a 1000 voices begging for hope,
Hope for the world, hope for this generation.
Cacophony. No, harmony,
and I don’t see waste of time,
No, I see something special to me.
You can sit at your office all day staring at a screen,
But then you truly are doing nothing,
Nor for me, nor for you
You are sitting there with no spark in you.
Everything, crumbling within you.
Say what you want,
Don’t listen to me but I know the truth,
That when you listen to, you flee.
When your moment comes
The day your moment comes,
When everything comes into this game,
This game that is called life,
And this time is when you need to do your best,
The place where tigers leap,
But some tigers couldn’t jump,
The ones who couldn’t finish the job,
The only solution is to get back up,
To try and stand,
And when you have done this,
Only then you can jump,
So you can be finally joyful,
And then you can,
Fly
Better luck enters..
When everything is blank
and you feel lonely
when the gloomy rain doesn’t stop
and you can make it home
When family is hurting
and friends are lost
when you just want to let the anger out
You have people who need you,
People who still love you
Can warm up your soul like the sunshine above you.
You’re never alone,
No matter what’s done.
Wait for the sun.
Just wait for the sun.
Always believe
reach high
never give up
and fly like a dove.
The thing about hope
Is that it’s always there
No matter how dark,
Dank or miserable
No matter how hard
The beauty of hope
Is all you need is a
Simple thing, a brain
So no matter how hard
Or dreary, painful
So all you need is a bit of
HOPE
Henry 6A